Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
“So they fucking should.”
“We buried Mom. I know . . . I know I should have felt sadder that she was gone. Especially under those circumstances. But it was almost a relief. Do you think I’m a terrible person?”
“You listen to me,” he said fiercely. “You know I don’t think anything of the sort. I’m also going to tan your hide if I hear that coming from your lips again.”
“You really do have a way with words.”
He grunted, making her giggle. Something she never thought she’d do while relaying what had happened to her.
“What happened to Anson?”
“Ah, well, officially he’s missing.”
“Unofficially?”
“Alejandro found him. He was spouting off all this stuff about how both mom and I were meant to be his. Alejandro thought he was a risk to me, so he took care of him.”
“Good. While I’d like to make him suffer for what he did, I’m glad he’s gone and can’t hurt you anymore.”
So was she.
“I wasn’t doing well. I was having nightmares and probably suffering from PTSD. So I moved in with Jenner and the others. But after a while, I realized I was never going to figure my life out if I stayed with them. So I left to do some traveling and to try and spread some kindness and love around. I know it might sound silly, but I thought I could make a difference.”
“It’s not silly. And you’ve definitely made a difference in a lot of people’s lives. Mine especially.”
“That’s true. You’d be lost without me, wouldn’t you, Daddy?”
“That I would, little girl. That I definitely would.”
39
Her tummy was a mess.
And it had nothing to do with the chicken parmesan she’d had for dinner.
Nope, it had everything to do with guilt.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Gray asked, looking up from his phone to where she was stood by the hotel door. “Is your tummy upset?”
“Yes.”
The guilt was still eating a hole in her tummy.
“What can I do to help? Do you want me to rub it? Is it your period? Where’s your heating pad? In your suitcase?”
“It’s not my period. It’s . . . it’s . . . I feel so bad,” she wailed.
He blinked. “What?”
“I feel so bad about lying to you about my period. I feel guilty. And I want it to stop. Will you make it stop, Grumpy Bear?”
“What are you asking for?”
She bit her lip. She couldn’t believe she was saying this. “Can you punish me?”
He raised his eyebrows. “You sure?”
She rubbed her tummy. “Yes.”
He was silent for a long moment, then he sat on the bed and crooked a finger at her. Oh, thank goodness. But when she grew closer, he didn’t immediately draw her over his lap. Nope, he pulled her between his legs.
“You really think this will help? Me punishing you? Putting you over my lap and spanking you?”
“Yes, please. That’s what I need.”
He frowned, but nodded. “You were naughty to lie to me.”
“Yes.”
“And I owe you a punishment for trying to get between me and Sampson.”
She winced. Drat. She’d forgotten about that.
“And for taking another snickerdoodle, although I was only going to give you a time-out for that.”
“I hate being in time-out,” she groaned.
“You’re not meant to like it, little girl. Right, here’s what is going to happen. You’re going to get a spanking for lying to me. Then you’re going to spend ten minutes in the corner to think about your actions. While you’re in the corner, your bottom is going to be plugged to help you be extra mindful.”
That did not sound like fun.
“Then you can write fifty times that you will not put yourself in danger.”
“Daddy, when I said I felt guilty, I thought you’d just give me one punishment, not three!”
This sucked.
“Are you not feeling up to it? We can wait until after you’ve finished your period.”
“No. I don’t want to wait.”
“Do you need to go to the bathroom first?”
She nodded. At least he was letting her use the bathroom on her own while she had her period.
“Leave your shorts and panties off,” he commanded. “You won’t need them again.”
Great. That didn’t sound ominous or anything.
When she walked back in, Gray was sitting on the end of the bed. And next to him was the lube and one of the butt plugs they’d bought yesterday.
Just awesome.
“Come here, baby.” He held out his hand, drawing her over to him. Grabbing her chin, he held it firmly. “You sure? We can wait.”
Maybe it would have been better to wait. Cramps and a sore bottom? Not exactly going to be fun. But neither was living with this guilt.
So she nodded her head. “I’m sure, Daddy. This is what I need.”
“Good girl for asking for what you need. I’m proud of you.”
“I deserve a gold star,” she muttered.
“You sure do. You also deserve a spanking. Which we’ll be taking care of right now.” He quickly arranged her over his lap. She didn’t know how he did that so smoothly.